Inigo: “True Love”, you heard him? You could not ask for a more noble cause than that.
Miracle Max:Yeah, True Love is the greatest thing in the world, except for a nice MLT—mutton, lettuce and tomato sandwich, when the mutton is nice and lean, and the tomato is ripe. < makes puckering sound > They’re so perky. I love that. But that’s not what he said—he distinctly said “To blave” and as we all know, to blave means to bluff, heh? So you were probably playing cards, and he cheated–
[A withered lady storms into the room]
Valerie: Liar! Liar! Liar!
Miracle Max:Get back, witch!
Valerie: I’m not a witch, I’m your wife, but after what you just said, I’m not even sure I want to be that anymore.
Miracle Max:You never had it so good.
Valerie: True Love, he said “True Love”, Max.
Miracle Max:Not another word, Valerie.
So, it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow. A day for schmultz, a day for true love, but not a day ‘to blave‘! (I think the above passage from The Princess Bride script is my favourite, but it’s hard to choose with such snappy, clever and sparkling writing and dialogue.) Actually Valentine’s Day does hold meaning for me: seven years ago tomorrow I was married on Canberra’s hottest February day on record under the shade of Glebe Park’s gorgeous oak trees. It was a lovely ceremony, surrounded as we were by family and friends who had travelled from all over Australia to join our celebrations. We followed with a reception in The Hall at ANU (my alma mater), where we all danced and tried to pretend we weren’t too hot! And now, Valentine’s Day holds meaning in another aspect of my life – my story ‘Grey, Like Stone’ will be published tomorrow as part of the Nothing But Flowers anthology. The anthology will go live one story at a time from 0900 tomorrow at the Nothing But Flowers website. But you’d better get in quick – it’s only free for 48 hours, after which time you’ll be able to purchase the e-book or paperback – the proceeds will go towards the Queensland flood relief effort. The anthology definitely won’t contain schmultz, although there may be a little romance, which is apparently hard to come by in the post-apocalypse. Just ask the twenty-odd writers who have contributed to the anthology. We’ve each created a unique dystopia to rock your world a little on the day of love. So, for those of your celebrating and/or commiserating tomorrow, my little story is my gift to you. Happy Valentine’s Day